LOVE IN THE TIME OF ALGORITHMS

“Who’s the slut of New York?” asks a disheveled man with a wonky grin, holding a cardboard sign that asks the same question in Sharpie.

I’m sitting with Greg Gonzalez, the singer of Cigarettes After Sex, on a bench in Tompkins Square Park in the East Village, and before either of us has a chance to respond, he answers his own question.